"Mom, I'm going to school," After lunch, Jiang Zihao rested in the bedroom for a while, saw more than one o'clock, hurriedly said hello to his mother Zhao Mei, and rushed to the school with his schoolbag on his back.

Jiang Zihao's No. 2 Middle School is also a key middle school, and along the way, you can see many students walking to school with schoolbags like him. Entering the school, Jiang Zihao found his class with his memory, the second and third classes of high school,

At this time, there were already a lot of people sitting in the class, Jiang Zihao walked to the podium quietly, there was a seating chart on it, the seats in their school were fluid, so they would change it once a week according to the order on the table, and Jiang Zihao quickly found his place according to the seating chart.

Sitting in his seat, Jiang Zihao looked at some familiar surroundings and classmates, and began to recall their names. Fortunately, there are many people Jiang Zihao who have maintained a certain contact with them, and occasionally ask out for a few drinks. As for the rest, they can only be seen at every class reunion.

"Mouse, what are you thinking," a big chubby hand slapped Jiang Zihao's shoulder, Jiang Zihao looked back at the round fat face, and said with a smile: "You are a dead little fat, don't call me a mouse." ”

This person is Jiang Zihao's sworn friend, Zhao Dahai. As the saying goes, there is a fat man in every story, and Zhao Dahai is the fat man, so people who are generally familiar with him will not call him Zhao Dahai, but call him Chubby, and over time, Chubby has become synonymous with him.

"As long as you call me fat, I can't call you a mouse," Zhao Dahai muttered, then looked at Jiang Zihao, and said with concern: "Mouse, why didn't you come to class in the morning, the teacher called your home, and your mother said that you were sick, how are you getting better?" ”

Looking at the fat man's concerned greeting, Jiang Zihao's eyes were a little moist, in his previous life, Zhao Dahai himself was one of the few dead friends. Pretending to yawn, Jiang Zihao rubbed his eyes, quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and responded with a smile: "Hey, what can I do, it's just a little feverish, just go to the hospital and hang a few bottles of saline." ”

"Oh, then you pay attention to your body," Zhao Dahai didn't think much about it when he heard this, so he put his mind at ease, how did he know that the dead friend in front of him, although his appearance was still the same, but his heart was already ten years later.

Seeing that it was almost time for class, a short-haired girl in a white coat, carrying a schoolbag, rushed into the classroom and ran straight towards Jiang Zihao. Then sat directly next to Jiang Zihao, that's right, she is Jiang Zihao's tablemate He Ya.

"It's time to arrive, I'm tired," He Ya said breathlessly as soon as she sat down in her seat.

Jiang Zihao looked at his table mate with some amusement, "He Ya, why did you come so late today." ”

"Huh? Jiang Zihao, your illness will be cured so quickly," He Ya asked curiously when she saw Jiang Zihao's eyes lit up, as if she had seen a new continent.

When Jiang Zihao heard this, he couldn't cry or laugh, his tablemate was a little hindsight, rubbed his forehead, Jiang Zihao explained helplessly: "I just had a fever in the morning, and it's not a terminal illness, of course I can come when the fever subsides." By then, you, He Ya, you haven't replied to me. ”

"Oh, oh, the bus I was on was stuck in traffic, so I didn't come until now."

"Jingle bell," a class bell interrupted the conversation between the two, Jiang Zihao nodded at He Ya, and said no more. According to the schedule in front of the desk, I took out the book for this lesson.

This is a history class, and the person who came was a man in his 40s in a brown cotton jacket, his name was Zhao Guodong, and he was the history teacher of Jiang Zihao's class.

"Hello students"

"Hello Teacher"

After a round of greetings, Zhao Guodong began to lecture.

I have to say that the high school curriculum is still quite boring, not to mention that Jiang Zihao is still in liberal arts, and politics and history are even more boring.

Listening to Zhao Guodong's drowsy voice above, Jiang Zihao felt bored and began to look at the history textbook casually. As Jiang Zihao flipped through the pages, strange things happened, every time he turned the page, he could remember the content on it, and it was exactly the same, as if someone had printed this page into his mind!

After discovering this miraculous thing, Jiang Zihao was even more excited, could it be that this was the benefit brought by his rebirth!

"Jiang Zihao, you can answer the story of the October Revolution in Russia."

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted Jiang Zihao's contemplation, and when he heard this, Jiang Zihao immediately stood up and saw Zhao Guodong standing on the podium staring at him coldly. Jiang Zihao couldn't help but feel excited, recalled what he had just seen about the October Revolution, and read it out according to the script.

"Well, it's not bad, sit down, and listen carefully next time." When Zhao Guodong heard this, he nodded, and began to continue lecturing again, saying in his heart: It seems that this student still listens carefully.

Jiang Zihao sat down and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, fortunately he just wrote down this page, otherwise Zhao Guodong would have been punished for standing for a class.

Zhao Dahai, who was in the back seat, secretly gave Jiang Zihao a thumbs up, and whispered: "Mouse, you are so good, you can answer Lao Zhao's question when you are distracted." ”

Jiang Zihao smiled and didn't say much, he had just been warned by Zhao Guodong, how dare he talk nonsense.

"Jingle bells."

The bell for the end of class is always so wonderful, Zhao Guodong didn't drag the class, nodded, said "class", and left the classroom with the textbook.

"Jiang Zihao, you are really good, Mr. Zhao's expression just now startled me, I didn't dare to remind you, I didn't expect you to be able to answer by yourself," He Ya turned around and looked at Jiang Zihao, and said in surprise.

Jiang Zihao smiled, "It's just a coincidence," He Ya heard this, nodded with a clear look, and didn't say anything more.

Jiang Zihao turned his head, looked at his friend Zhao Dahai, and asked tentatively, "Little fatty?" Have you ever read the book "Dragon Babu"? ”

"Tenryu what? Who wrote it? Zhao Dahai asked with some surprise.

"Jin Yong? You don't know? Jiang Zihao looked at Zhao Dahai strangely, looking like he saw a Martian, strange, he was a dead friend, he liked to read this kind of novel the most in his previous life, how could he not know Jin Yong's name.

"I haven't heard of it, isn't it a new writer?" Zhao Dahai replied with a blank face.

"What about Huang Yi? What about Gu Long? What about Liang Yusheng? Jiang Zihao still didn't give up, reported a series of names, and continued to ask.

"Who is this?" Zhao Dahai looked at Jiang Zihao with some suspicion, suddenly stretched out his chubby right hand, touched Jiang Zihao's forehead and said with concern: "I said rat, isn't your burn okay?" Why are you talking nonsense today, do you want to go back and rest. ”

(Soon the protagonist's real golden finger is coming, presumably witty book friends, you have also guessed it, hehe.) ）